How tall are you again

you don't miss

[rabid tasmanian devil sounds]

edit me doing this

cover my mouth and do that laughing-awwww like you do at pets and go "you got your little buddy??? you hanging out with your friend??🥹???"

paraphrasing a friend:

"ok I'll keep you in this sock drawer, here's your food and water, and I might ask to give you a lil smooch or cuddle every now and then, if that's ok! how's that all sound?"

guy whose life objectively, materially depends on me liking him as much as possible: "ok!"

-and keep that in the back of my mind even for really mundane interactions where consent is not something you're normally thinking about.

ty! I think I'm comfy in that zone partly because in my mind, with size disparities of this degree, in the broadest sense "consent" for virtually any kind of interaction is dubious at best, and rather than shy away from that and find ways to pretend it's all fluffy, my mind tends to lean into it-

fear is both mandatory and also a much broader spectrum than you are thinking